It was raining and dark.

In a funeral home in Baoqing, Hunan.

"Second brother! Why did you die so early?! You are a ghost who is in charge of the crime, so early to die! I will be sad in the dark. When will I do it in the future?!" The middle-aged woman's black wool coat was a little old, but it did not affect her wiping the tears caused by her husband's sudden car accident. She just wanted to send away this man who loved her for half her life and left early. The loss of her husband in middle-aged was too heavy for a rural woman.

The two of them have little children, they should be old and they are only four or five years old. They may be tired of crying at this time, so they hugged the woman's back tightly, just howling there.

There were three or five relatives next to him, talking to Chen Mo:

"Boss, can the price of your coffin be cheaper? Look at Erran and his orphans and widowed mothers. If they spend a lot of money on their burial, how can they live in the future? The child is still young and they will have to go to college in the future! Why is your coffin so expensive?" The old man, who is about fifty or sixty, was looking sad and angry.

Chen Mo sighed in his heart. This coffin was made by his grandfather, and the materials he used were saved by his grandfather for half his life. From Yizhuang to the funeral home, every generation of their family would prepare coffins for themselves in advance. The materials were naturally the best, which were anti-corrosion and insects.

After looking at the child lying on the woman's back, Chen Mo looked at the old man again. Seeing that the old man smoked a cigarette, nodded, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, then I'll give it to you at this price."

The old man opened his mouth and smiled barely, responded repeatedly. However, the man who was in his thirties who had not said anything, muttered: "The profitable businessman, he is so embarrassed to pretend to be generous when asking for a price of three times higher."

The old man glared at him, and the old man could naturally see that the coffin was different. The price of this good fir is already lower than the cost price, so how could he still say bad things about others?

Chen Mo was a little indignant, but he didn't say anything, and the old man didn't say anything. He had already seen too many things in the world between separation and death. If he had to get angry because of such a person every time, then the plaque of Jishan Family passed down by the ancestors of the Chen Mo family would have been so angry that he would have been hiding in the attic.

After the group walked away with the coffin, Chen Mo retorted: "What are you doing?"

The old man smiled and said, "You have to learn this qualitative skill with your father and uncle, otherwise you will have to bear it in the future." He didn't care that his coffin was used in advance again.

Chen Mo was cheerful when the old man was a little bit a little bite, and he smiled in reverse and said, "Grandpa, you are the third one. You can send it away by yourself, my father will send it away, and then I will have another one. As the saying goes, there are only three things, please arrange another one, don't agree any more."

"The world is not peaceful, the anger is too heavy. Only our place can know whether the world is harmonious. Go and cook. At this time, the sun sets, and no one should come up." After that, the old man picked up the old Nokia and contacted Chen Mo's father as soon as possible to arrange for a new coffin from the village.

Chen Mo locked the door and opened the small door next to him. He looked at his watch and it was only half past five, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse in the sky.

He muttered: It's dark early today.

After saying that, Chen Mo's pupils dilated, and through his eyes, he could see that the moon far away in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and he had swallowed him in the blink of an eye.

"According to news reports, this abnormal incident caused a total of more than 80 million people aged 12 to 30 worldwide to disappear. It is reported that many people suddenly disappeared while chatting with their parents and friends."

Inside a wooden hut

Chen Mo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the data panel in front of him and was a little stunned. System?

Name: Chen Mo

Characteristics of human race: Human race can have talents that match themselves.

Level: Level 0 (currently a beginner panel)

Talent: The corpse collector, the inertial precipitation passed down from generation to generation. The corpse collector can obtain soul power by touching the corpse that was killed by himself, improve his skills, and has a very small probability of obtaining skills in front of the corpse. At the same time, the corpse will disappear, and the corpse collector needs higher willpower to prevent himself from falling into madness.

Experience value: 0/10

Strength: 5 (initial constant)

Agility: 5 (initial constant)

Physical strength: 5 (initial constant)

Spirit: 5 (Initial Constant)

Fixed attributes (upgrade attribute points cannot be used):

Willpower: 5 (initial constant)

Lucky: 1 (initial constant)

Permission determination: 0 (Defend the ability to determine the effectiveness of the skill in confrontation)

Chen Mo looked at the environment around him. He was lying in a small wooden house, with no window except a bed, and the only light source was the system panel in front of him.

"According to Article 182 of the Proposal of the Gods: the system is notarized by the will of the universe, maintains absolute neutrality, and is shared equally by all races."

"Because the contemporary priest of the human race sacrificed the world fruit, he received 18 points of world contributions, and added 1.8 billion young human races in the primitive universe reserves. All of them have been introduced to the juvenile battlefield."

"Sacrificial Message: Remember: If you are not a clan, your heart will be different..." (You can only view the cross if you leave a message with current permissions)

"The remaining time to the random placement of the juvenile battlefield: 1 hour."

Chen Mo quickly summarized the information he obtained, which means that he was currently summoned by a human tycoon to fight for the human tycoon's luck and become cannon fodder?

OK! As a contemporary young man baptized by novels, this setting is nothing.

I just don’t know if my parents and grandfather would be sad in the so-called primitive universe. My coffin was not yet 40 years old. Will my father create a better tomb for me, or is it that I am just a soul-wrapping person, and actually my body is still on the earth as a vegetable?

The 1.8 billion vegetatives don’t know if the Earth Hospital is enough.

Chen Mo slapped his head. Now he thought that his hometown is useless, so he would think about how to move from cannon fodder to big bosses. But he has never seen the protagonist halo used by more than one billion people together.

Is the talent of a corpse collector caused by his family's inheritance? Is Mr. Chen Mo destined to deal with corpses in this life? Have you ever considered my own opinions?

The corpse collector is an inertial precipitation inherited from generation to generation. The corpse collector can obtain soul power by touching a corpse that has a causal effect with him (soul power is a rare force and has a wide range of functions), and has a very small probability of obtaining skills in front of the corpse. At the same time, the corpse will disappear, and the corpse collector needs higher willpower to prevent himself from falling into madness. For corpses without causality, they cannot obtain soul power and skills, and they cannot obtain racial talents.

Chen Mo rubbed his chin: "Touch the corpse he killed to obtain soul power. This is easy to understand, but how to say the causal relationship? Do you have to have a love that transcends race with monsters?"

Chen Mo fought a cold war, and the system master couldn't play with me like this.

If you want to live for a long time, you have to be alone. Although you have a child on the battlefield, you cannot ignore the word "the battlefield" of others. Especially the boss said: If you are not my race, your heart will be different. This battlefield may also fight against many other intelligent races.

You should know that humans are not a race that relies on their bodies, they mainly rely on wisdom and tools.

Now that we are poor and lonely, everyone should be naked, and not everyone has practiced fighting and martial arts. Let the big guys go to the front line to fight. I, Chen Mo, must do a good job in logistics to ensure that the body of every brother who died in battle can be restrained by me. The real ancestral corpse collection, system certification, free one-stop, and even the coffin can be saved.

Countdown to permanently detached safe house:

“5”

“4”

“3”

"2"

“1”

"The 183,721st juvenile battlefield has been opened, with a total of 25,329 categories of intelligent races. It is expected that the remaining time for fusion to enter the low-intensity battlefield is 3 months."

"The last champion of the God of Death arena was the Void Royal Family. According to Article 18541 of the Gods' Proposal: The overlord of this juvenile battlefield is: the Void Royal Family, all attributes are increased by 10%, and the duration is: during the existence of this juvenile battlefield."

"Nine golden fruit trees were planted on the juvenile battlefield this time, and they are expected to mature in three months."

"Cosmic Will Advice: Higher-level living organisms are prohibited from entering the battlefield of young people, and the consequences are at your own risk!"

"The neutral merchant has been put into use. Note: Please remember that the newcomers should not harm the neutral merchant, and they will bear the consequences."

"A total of 1854,861 survival points have been opened."

“Race delivery is complete.”
Chapter completed!